"Yeah," Mu Yin nodded absentmindedly, seemingly indifferent before changing the subject, "Where's Auntie Hong? I'm really hungry and want to eat her cooking."
Quan Fengyan smiled indulgently, "I knew you'd be hungry when you woke up, so look, I've already prepared something for you in the kitchen."
Knowing that Zhu Hongyan was still there, Mu Yin felt some relief.
"I'll help you get up; it should be ready by now," Quan Fengyan said as he reached out to help her up.
The villa was similar to the one in Yangcheng, only the scenery outside was different. Here, it was obviously much larger and more luxurious, and there were no wild roses growing willfully.
The perfectly pruned and standardized garden felt inexplicably oppressive.
The air was dry and chill, lacking the warmth and brightness of a Yangcheng winter day. As soon as she stepped into the living room, Mu Yin couldn't help but shiver from the cold.
